The Fugitive by Rabindranath Tagore
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you, and therefore you are my captive for ever. The very king of your Gods
shall not sever this bond. KACHA Was it for this, Devayani, that I toiled, away from home and kindred, all these years? DEVAYANI Why not? Is only knowledge precious? Is love cheap? Lay hold on this moment. Have the courage to own that a woman's heart is worth all as much penance as men undergo for the sake of power, knowledge, or reputation. KACHA I gave my solemn promise to the Gods that I would bring them this lore of deathless life. DEVAYANI But is it true you had eyes for nothing save your books? That you never broke off your studies to pay me homage with flowers, never lay in wait for a chance, of an evening, to help me water my flower-beds? What made you sit by me on the grass and sing songs you brought hither from the assembly of the stars, while darkness stooped over the river bank as love droops over |
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